A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 531 This is our root!

"Timely rain my foot!" After Jiang Xia explained that a design goes through many processes from blueprints to reality, everyone immediately abandoned him and continued pulling the thick hemp rope, groaning and groaning.

"No, Grandma, it's New Year's Eve! Shouldn't everyone be allowed to rest?"

“Hey kid. Farm work doesn’t wait for anyone. Factories can give employees time off according to the schedule, and you can go back to turn on the machines after the holiday. But crops are like a newborn baby; they need to drink water as soon as they open their eyes and weed when they close them…”

"By the time you realize something is wrong and try to fix it, it'll be too late!"

Grandma hugged Jiang Xia and stood on tiptoe to pat his head.

Jiang Xia quickly bent down so that the old lady could comfortably touch the top of his head.

"Look, you used to be so tiny, but now you've grown so big that Grandma can't even reach the top of you. You've grown so fast, imagine how fast the crops have grown!"

"We didn't dare to step on the wheat seedlings this year, for fear that if we did, they wouldn't be able to grow back!"

"Grandma! Don't be afraid! I've brought back a lot of wheat! Several thousand tons! From now on, we won't have to live so frugally!"

Hearing the old lady say that, Jiang Xia raised his head again, took out a newspaper, and pointed to an inconspicuous corner.

"Look, we've not only received grain from France, but we've even had comrades buy wheat from the Bald Eagle! The grain-carrying ships are currently sailing at sea!"

"This morning, the department stores started selling wheat at discounted prices!"

Grandma didn't read the newspaper; she just shoved a potsticker onto Jiang Xia's head, pressing down on his few stray hairs like wheat seedlings that had been trampled.

"Nonsense! No grain bought from outside can compare to the quality of grain you grow yourself."

"What is grain? It's the sky! It's the lifeblood of us ordinary people!"

"Why were landlords able to oppress people back then? Wasn't it because they controlled the grain? Buying grain from capitalist countries is no different from being a tenant farmer for foreign landlords. Son, we must firmly hold our own destiny in our own hands!"

"You, staying in the city, haven't you seen it? People are starving! Everyone's starving, people are really going to die! Sigh... of all the ways people die, starvation is the most gruesome..."

Grandma's large, well-defined hands had somehow managed to pull Jiang Xia into her arms.

"Son, I know you're capable, but you can't forget your roots! Our roots are in this land!"

"Planting a seed is planting hope."

"Grandma, I was wrong..."

Jiang Xia shrank back and leaned against her grandmother's chest, watching the villagers working hard, lost in thought for a moment.

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"By the way, Grandma. How did you manage to get Teacher Liang to come here? He's an expert in repairing ancient buildings, so why did he come here to repair a small dam?"

Jiang Xia suddenly remembered something, pointed to the refined figure not far away who was instructing Jiang Qiu on how to use the scales, and looked on with curiosity.

Don't call it impolite; it's just that this "Teacher Liang" really doesn't look old. At first, his hair was drooping so you couldn't tell, but after Grandma tucked his hair back in, Jiang Xia realized that he was truly a gentleman.

The fact that the "gentleman" was covered in mud did not diminish his demeanor; on the contrary, it made him seem more approachable.

“I know his father…” Grandma said calmly.

"what?"

Jiang Xia stood up from her grandmother's arms, looking incredulous: "No, Grandma, you know such a famous person? How come I've never heard you mention him before?"

"Tch, just a bunch of pedantic scholars who only know how to recite poetry, complaining and blaming others, writing some bland and meaningless verses. They have no guts whatsoever compared to the current head of the household. What good is it if you know that? Do you expect me to offer him flowers? If it weren't for the fact that his second son is actually quite capable, I wouldn't bother with them at all!"

Grandma, with her usual domineering air, stood up after speaking.

"You're not in good health, so bring your pot from home and cook here. It's just ramming sand, isn't it? The comrades in Henan are already digging irrigation ditches on cliffs, do you think we can outdo them?"

"I, this old lady, refuse to believe it!"

After saying that, Grandma tucked the white hair behind her ear, picked up the red flag in her hand, and once again stood at the front of the construction team.

"Comrades! Listen to the slogan!"

"Hold on tight to the rope!"

"Hey yo ma hey hey!" everyone responded in unison.

"Quality must be guaranteed!"

"Hey yo ma hey hey!"

"Raise the rammer high, loosen the rope sharply, rammer after rammer, the strength grows ever stronger..."

"Hey! Long and long, hey, long and long..."

At this shout, the rammed earth workers suddenly raised several rams and delivered a triple strike, boom boom boom...

As the tamping hammer fell, several streams of mud and water splashed out, completely covering the people around them.

"Hahaha……"

But no one cared; the laughter that erupted was louder than the work chants. The heat of labor rose up, turning into white mist that enveloped everyone, as if even the biting cold wind was driven back by this heat.

The bustling scene also filled Jiangxia with excitement.

Knowing his own limitations, Jiang Xia didn't rush to join the labor force; he simply waved his hand and recalled Old Wang.

"Can our little jeep drive up here? There's plenty of food up there, let's get them a meal!"

Old Wang stroked his chin and examined the rugged path for a while, then immediately shook his head: "You think this little jeep is a flying cat car? Even if you modified it, it's still impossible!"

"Hey? I remember the machine factory provided a few small cannons to the commune on a regular basis. We should be able to use them, right?"

Oh! Right! Where's the little firecracker we sent? We didn't specify that the pillars in the house should be the drivers.

If we don't use small cannons when building this dam, wouldn't that be a waste?

Jiang Xia turned around and, taking advantage of the brief rest time, called Wu Zhu over.

"Wuzhu, why don't we use small steel cannons for this construction? They would be perfect even for transporting clay."

As he spoke, Jiang Xia pointed to Da Zhu and the others who were struggling with a large rock.

"Are you guys stupid? That rock, just tie it with a steel cable, step on the gas a little, and you can pull it out, right?"

Wu Zhu said with a bitter face, "Young Master, isn't it because the commune won't allow it?"

"Huh? Why should I!"

Before Jiang Xia could react, Old Wang stepped forward with a fierce expression.

"Hey, why didn't the commune agree to build the dam? They said there was no project funding and no expert planning."

"This was something our ancestors had been holding back, so they contacted people themselves to do! Look, over there, that's the deputy director of the commune..."

As they were talking, the fiery red little cannon, panting heavily, poked its head out from the path.

"Spit it out, s ......"

Jiang Xia glanced at the driver in front, then at the people sitting in the small steel cannon's carriage, and his brows furrowed.

"Aren't you the driver? Why is someone else driving...?"

"Young Master, the commune says the small cannon is collective property and can only be used with the approval of the management committee..."

"Use it my foot! It's become their mode of transportation!"

Sizhu suddenly appeared, pointing angrily at the people in the small cannon carriage.

Before the small cannon had even come to a complete stop, the deputy director in the carriage jumped off impatiently.

He wanted to make a cool entrance, but the roads were slippery due to the snow, so he ended up giving everyone a taste of what it means to fall flat on your face.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The deputy director leaned forward and angrily pushed aside a small old man who had followed him out of the carriage.

"Grandma Jiang! Do you still have any respect for the commune? For your superiors? For the law?!"

"Stop! All of you, stop!"